The Assistant- 2 {Levi x Reader}

Hot lips attacked your neck, breathing life into your freezing limbs. You shuddered, naked against the sheet of the bed and wrapped your arms around his lithe muscular torso, pushing your body against his. Feeling the smooth skin. Warm, he was hot. He turned his attentions elsewhere, mouth travelling down your body, biting and sucking.

You gasped, burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his heady scent, closing your eyes. Ecstasy.

All of a sudden, strong arms were pushing you away, leaving the cold to seep in.

"You have to go now, [name]," his husky voice insisted, void of emotion. It made you cringe.

"No, please, Levi," You pleaded. "Just let me stay a little longer." Levi pushed you away again, hard this time, and you went stumbling back, falling into a dark abyss-

You opened your eyes.

Mikasa stood over your bed, staring unabashed at your sheet entangled form. The young girl had a habit of rising at dawn, and of late had taken to waking you too so you wouldn't be late for your job as the Corporal's assistant.

"[name], you have to go, you're going to be late for 'Levi'," she said, the corner of her mouth quirking down. Instantly you felt your cheeks burn, an indication they were currently a bright peony, and concentrated on rolling out of bed and stuffing your legs into your trousers in an attempt to cover your extreme embarrassment.

"That's the second dream about him this week," Mikasa said seriously, grey eyes dark with disapproval, despite your higher rank.

You kept your mouth shut, fully aware it was the fourth (only the other two you hadn't been sleep talking) and continued fumbling around with your shirt buttons. She was right, of course. You should not fancy your superior. At least, that was the mantra you sang in your head when working around him, desperately trying not to notice his pale smooth skin, or his defined muscles, or his steely eyes-

"What time is it?" You asked, breaking off your thoughts hastily.

"Six o' five," Mikasa replied levelly. Suddenly everything seemed to slow; your hands froze in the action of putting your second shoe on. And just like that, absolute panic took over. You were five minutes late. You hadn't been late for the whole month you'd been working for Levi due to the sheer terror of what punishment might befall you. It seemed now you would find out.

"Oh motherfucking shit-balls!" You screeched like a banshee, bolting out the room, one shoe on, one clutched in your white knuckled fist. You tore down the corridors, unendingly thankful you were one of the only souls awake at this disgraceful hour, leaving the halls clear. You skidded round the final corner whilst also attempting to finish buttoning your shirt, socked foot sliding on the floor sending you flying into a wall. You barely felt it.

Scrambling back to standing you dashed to the door, leaning against it for support, taking a second to compose yourself. Until quite out of the blue the door opened, leaving air where there had once been wood, and gravity sending you sailing forward into a certain Captain Ackerman.

You felt strong hands catch your waist, halting your fall, leaving your body flush against his. You glanced up, stunned to find Levi's face mere inches from your own, taking your breath away. Your [e/c] eyes locked with his intense grey, and you felt yourself blush wildly. Half of your brain screamed at you to kiss him while the other half yelled to back the hell away; compromise left you frozen in his arms. Levi himself seemed transfixed, staring for what felt like forever, yet the instant he pushed you back to standing the moment felt over in a flash.

He opened his mouth to speak, and your heart leapt to your throat, mind abound with imaginings of what he was about to say-

"You are late," he interrupted you thoughts, and your hopes dropped like a lead balloon, leaving you hollow inside.

"My apologies Captain, it won't happen again," you saluted, just about keeping disappointment from your tone. Levi watched your face intently, before letting his gaze wander over your body- eyes resting on your shoe-less foot and skewiff buttoned shirt. He sighed disparagingly, belying the amused glint in his eyes.

"I want you to clear the cellar today [lastname]," he ordered calmly. You frowned. It sounded too easy. Levi's eyes lightened a touch, "Simple, no?" He asked softly, stepping past and motioning for you to follow. You blinked at his uncharacteristic gentleness, smiling to yourself.

"Knowing you, no, no it won't be," you smirked teasingly, hopping to keep up while slipping your boot on. The captain half turned to glare at you over his shoulder, face falling to perfectly neutral as he saw your cheeky grin. He stopped so abruptly you almost walked into his shirt covered back.

"Not only have you been late today, [lastname], you now forget your place. As punishment you will work through the night" he said quietly, staring straight ahead. Your eyes dropped to your feet, shame engulfing you. You swallowed, shoving your feelings for him out of your head best you could.

"Forgive me sir," you replied, voice as flat as his, not even bothering to contest his overly harsh discipline. Levi begun walking again. Ignoring the cold filling you up and taken aback at his sudden change in mood, you trudged after him.

Levi led you to the cellar door, pausing to take out an old golden key and unlock it. You kept your eyes stuck to the floor, submissive as possible, raising them only to glance into the gloom of the cellar. Your stomach dropped as the door opened wider to reveal the dank room was waste deep in clutter.

"Fucking filthy," Levi growled, glowering at the mess angrily. "I want you to sort this shit hole out, dispose of any rubbish, and organise the rest of it," he droned, looking everywhere but you and slung a water skin at you from a pocket. You looked at it, before a thought hit you.

"Sir, what about food?" You asked, with stiff formality. Levi finally looked you in the eyes.

"Get to work cadet," he ordered blandly, before adding quietly "I wouldn't let you go hungry, [name]."

And with that, he turned on his heel and marched off in the direction of his office.

"What the-" you muttered out loud, utterly baffled and irritated by the man's behaviour. One minute he was sentencing you to work all night with no breaks for informality, the next he was using your first name.

You scoffed angrily and trudged down the cellar stairs, standing there for a second trying to work out where to start. You decided to jump in at the deep end, rolled up your sleeves, and waded into the sea of crap.




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It was difficult to judge the passage of time in the cellar, which you had taken to calling 'the pit of doom' in your head. The only indication hours had gone past was the candles melting down to stumps, and your stomach growling fiercely.

You so far managed to remove huge piles of rubbish, including towers of broken manoeuvre gear, odd half smashed devices you didn't recognise, like an odd plastic box with a shattered glass face on one side. Currently you were attempting to drag an ancient oak cabinet from a corner to the centre, where you were placing furniture.

It weighed a tonne, and stood stubbornly, refusing to budge an inch.

"Come on you stupid thing," you hissed through your teeth, kicking the side of it in frustration. "Why," kick, "won't," kick, "you," kick, "fucking move," you thwacked the wardrobe with your heavy boot, accidentally catching one of the old wooden legs with the kick- which shattered immediately. Slowly the wardrobe began to topple.

"Oh shite," you muttered, darting out of the way as the huge wooden body keeled over, body landing where you'd just been like a fallen titan. On impact the doors burst open, paper exploding out like a bomb had just gone off.

Turning the air blue, you squatted down and started picking the forlorn sheets off the floor, quirking an eyebrow at their yellow tinge. These were old. At least a decade, you decided, feeling the warping curves.

"[Name]?" A clear voice called, and you jumped out your skin.

You were up in a flash, swivelling so violently in the direction of the voice you almost fell. Eren jumped back at your sudden movement, grinning abashed, thrusting out a plate of food defensively.

"Aha gosh, sorry [name], didn't mean to scare you," he said apologetically.

"Jesus Christ on a cracker Eren," you breathed out, placing a hand on your heart with one hand and grabbing the food with another. "You move like a fucking cat!" Eren blushed.

"No way, I knocked on the door, you were too busy read in those papers," he replied teasingly. "Why's the captain got me bringing you dinner anyways?" He asked, frowning as you explained your orders to work over night.

"If you wanted," Eren began, looking nervous, "I could help you finish quicker- then you wouldn't have to spend the whole night working?" He finished quickly. You beamed.

"Only if it's ok with you?"

"Course," Eren confirmed, his wild eyes flashing as he grinned.

You began explaining to Eren your system for organisation, and the both of you restarted clearing up.

What felt like eons later everything seemed in order, and Eren lay sprawled on an old moth eaten sofa you'd found.

"Ughhh," he groaned loudly, "it's got to be at least one in the morning by now," he lay his head weakly against the armrest. "[Name], give yourself a break."

You grunted, too tired to form words, and continued mechanically shoving the last of the paper that had escaped the cabinet back into the box from whence it came. Rubbing your eyes as you finished, you shoved the box to the side, revealing another box behind the first. It was wooden, beaten up, and has writing on the side. You pulled it into the light and gasped.

Levi Ackerman was written in the harsh scrawl of Keith Shadis on the side. You recognised it right away, having had to copy some of Shadis' reports out by hand.

You picked it up and plodded over to the sofa where Eren was already snoring, shoving his long legs to the side to sit.

You put the box on your lap and sat there for a second, whilst a war raged inside you. This was Levi's personal folder. It seemed an invasion to read it... And yet you found your hand removing the lid.

You picked out the first report. Written by Erwin, you realised as you read the name at the top. You gasped as you skimmed through it- Levi had been a thug in the underground! The report detailed his capture- and his two companions, a girl called Isabel and a man called Farlan. Enraptured you pulled out the next sheets, random bits of information that you recognised as training scores after a second.

Your eyes popped at Levi's scores. They were off the charts- unlike his two friends, who appeared fairly average by comparison. Hooked you kept flicking through, reading page after page after page.

Still you abruptly stopped, coming quite out of the blue to a death record. Isabel Magnolia stood in large bold letters at the top, followed by 'killed in combat'. You felt sick, glancing through the report, your heart beating oddly in your ears.

With shaking hands you picked up the next piece, flinching as you saw it headed with 'Farlan Church: killed in combat'. You swallowed, finding a large lump in your throat. Levi's had lost his two greatest friends, and by the looks of the report, the only family he owned.

You flicked through the next pages, only finding record of Levi's rise to Captain of the survey corps, the papers slipping from your fingers. A tear made its way down your cheek, and you brushed it away furiously, your anger at the man dissolved away to nothing, quickly replaced by guilt.

No wonder. No wonder Levi acted cold, unattached. He must feel so alone. You bowed your head, tears brimming for Farlan, Isabel and all the fellow soldiers you yourself had lost. The heavy silence was unbroken, aside from the tiny sobs you allowed yourself to escape from somewhere deep and broken inside. Till a foot step rang out clear through the room.

Your head snapped up, jumping in shock at the figure before you.

"Having a nice read are we [Lastname]?" Levi asked, eyes hard, flat and angry.